You swept away the fragment of love on the floor. 
You used me as a mop to clean the floor. 
A fragment of love vanished like dust in the house. 
No excuses left, just echoes of goodbye. 
I saw the soul slowly die inside. 

I tolerated your wrongdoing like a leopard on the jugular. 
Love is slippery, keeps falling like a drunkard. 
Blackness looms, desire a light beside you. 
Love became as cheap as prostitution; 
I wouldn't take it seriously.

Tug at love; 
I could not jump-start. 
I do not trust love like jewelry. 
I feel suffocated by the love on my neck.

Hands clapped for me; 
I could not recognize inside, 
Because I kept falling into this pit of sorrow. 
Loneliness holds me tightly like a chokehold. 
Yet in this room, I was the joker.

This love looks like ataraxia. 
Moisten the dessert with ketchup. 
I can mourn your loss; you better catch up.

Forgive me. 
I prepared the grave, 
Left piles of mistakes on the floor. 
I am unable to break free from this divorce. 
I can't reach for the stars in the sky; 
This marriage flooded me with scars, pain, shame, and regrets.